In the glow of the harvest moon, we resist our doom like demons in a storm of darkness and fear we only hear love and mercy a meaningful message god sent and respected
Voices of the ancients hum through the air,
With grains of wisdom, their stories we share.
[ goth music box]
In the glow of the harvest moon, whispers take flight,
Fields painted gold, a dance of pure delight.
Voices of the ancients hum through the air,
With grains of wisdom, their stories we share.
From the echoes of the past, we draw our might,
In unity we stand, ready to ignite.
As we rise, we illuminate the night,
With love as our anchor, we’ll take flight.
In the embrace of freedom, we stand tall,
For the heart of our hom...